AMALiA
Well, this isn't foreboding at all.The palace is, well, big. It reminds her of the Spire, if the Spire had been white and sprawling instead of one sharp middle-finger to the gods. She has to squint to look at it; the Leafchange sun glitters dangerously from it, threatening to blind her if she peers too long.
She isn't here to admire the castle, though. She's here for information - information she hopes to find here, in whatever sort of library they may boast. If they allow her inside. Loren had given her permission to visit, and Evie as well, so why does she feel so very out of place, dwarfed by the palace and all its grandeur?
A pack full of bread and other baked goods on her back, Amalia stands uncomfortably outside the large doors, waiting for someone to appear and direct her in.
the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
